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What kind of trick is it to sit in a pot and boil water?
Ganzhenzi was confused. Although he had no ability, he had seen the master and his brothers do things before when he worked with his master and senior brother, and he had never mentioned boiling water.
At this moment, the door of the house opened, and Liao Wuyin walked in carrying a large bundle of green leeks. This woman definitely doesn't do much physical work. She carried a bunch of leeks upstairs and sweat was visible on her forehead.
"Xiao Zhang, I bought you some leeks. Do you think these are enough?"
Zhang Fan took the bundle of leeks and weighed it. Aunt Liao was also there. This big bundle weighed forty kilograms.
"That should be enough."
I saw Zhang Fan walking to the kitchen, turning on the stove, pulling out a large handful of leeks from the bundle and trying to throw it into the wok, but he quickly put it down again and poured out only the water that was originally in the pot. The bottom layer was left, and then the leeks were thrown in.
Leeks are also called yangqi grass. They were used when rescuing Bai Shuying before. Naturally, the thicker the leek juice is, the better.
At this time, Zhang Fan seemed to have become a cook experimenting with new dishes. He took the leek puree out of the pot and filled it with fresh leeks. It took him a full hour to boil forty kilograms of leeks into half a pot. The dark green juice has a very strong smell.
Fortunately, none of the people here hate leeks, otherwise they would have been so smoked that they would have run out.
"Xiao Zhang, you don't want my dad to drink this stuff, do you? Even a good person may not be able to swallow this stuff. What's more, my dad's current temper If you force him to force it, he will definitely drink it. He hurt it."
Looking at the super-concentrated leek juice that Zhang Fan poured into the cup, the Liao brothers and sisters began to worry.
Qian Zhenzi¡¯s group of Taoist priests even had sneers on their faces, as if they were watching a good show.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, little friend, don't blame Pindao for not reminding you. If you hurt old donor Liao, you cannot afford to shoulder this responsibility."
"Injury? How can it be that easy? I can tell from his face that Mr. Liao is a man who wants to do big things. He is wise and broad-minded. As long as his mood is not so irritable, if you talk to him nicely, he will drink."
The more Zhang Fan looked at the Taoist priest, the more he disliked him. I thought he was an expert, but he turned out to be a charlatan with no ability, which is really disappointing.
"Hmph, Mr. Liao has been driven crazy by external evil spirits. If you can make him drink all those things without force-feeding, I will eat all the ashes in the incense burner!"
Although the work couldn't be done today, he couldn't lose face. Gan Zhenzi tried his best to pretend that "if I can't do it, you can't do it even less", and he was full of momentum.
¡°Then I¡¯ll ask the Taoist Priest to wait and see.¡±
When the water in the cup cooled down to more than 30 degrees, Zhang Fan walked to the door of the bedroom with the cup in hand. The other people stared at him, not knowing why. Should we just take it over and let the old man drink it?
Zhang Fan knocked on the door three times, and then heard a "Get out of here" from inside, followed by something hitting the door.
Zhang Fan was not annoyed and continued to knock on the door.
"Aren't you bothered? You told me not to bother me!" Following a burst of hurried footsteps, the bedroom door was violently opened, and Mr. Liao, with red eyes, roared loudly at Zhang Fan.
"Don't worry. Look here."
Zhang Fan raised his right hand and raised it in front of the old man. The cup in his left hand was raised and tilted, and the dark green juice poured into his right hand.
Just when everyone was confused, something strange happened. The juice that fell on Zhang Fan's right hand did not splash everywhere, but turned into a green mist in an instant. As soon as Zhang Fan waved his hand, the mist moved and completely covered Mr. Liao's head.
"This, is this the Zhenzi Jue? Infinite Heavenly Lord, do you plan to use this trick to deceive people?"
The Liao brothers and sisters don¡¯t know what¡¯s going on, but Gan Zhenzi knows his stuff.
This so-called Zhenzi Jue is also a Taoist thing, but it is not a magic, it is just a trick at best. Use your own energy to cause vibrations and turn the water on your hands into mist.
What? Why a trick, you ask? Well, it doesn't have much practical use, it just looks good and is easy to fool people. Anyone who is a Taoist disciple who has cultivated true energy can have it at their fingertips.
However, when this trick is used at this time, it feels a bit like turning decay into magic.
When Mr. Liao saw Zhang Fan's move, he subconsciously gasped, and the light green mist quickly penetrated into the old man's mouth and nose as he drew in air.
&nbsIt's like dry chewing fried noodles, but the taste is definitely different.
When the four little Taoist priests saw this scene, they couldn't let the master eat alone, so they all stretched out their hands to grab the ashes and stuffed them into their mouths. Not to mention how uncomfortable they looked, their throats and eyes hurt just by looking at it.
Qian Zhenzi managed to avoid choking to death. Fortunately, there were four apprentices sharing the burden. He only ate a handful, and the incense burner was at its bottom. The old Taoist wiped his mouth with his sleeve, cupped his hands towards everyone, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll take my leave now. We'll see you again someday."
After saying that, he waved his robe sleeves, and without mentioning the money for incense and oil, he took the four little Taoist priests and went out to mind their own business.
Zhang Fan couldn't help but laugh secretly as he looked at his back. He didn't know if there would be four more trays of mosquito repellent incense in the toilet of Ruiyun Taoist Temple tomorrow. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com